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The guardsman is looking back at him. “How old are you? Five?” “I’m seven!” “Well, you’re small for seven. You look like you’re five.” “You look like the back end of a pig.” Olive scrambles to her feet. “Ellmo!” Ellmo picks up a handful of pebbles and chucks them at the guardsman. To my absolute shock, Rocco picks up a small handful of his own and lightly flings them right back. Ellmo yelps in surprise and skitters away, which makes Olive glare at them both—but the boy bursts out laughing. “Are you five?” I say to Rocco. “He started it.” “So the answer is yes then?”
I just love this
Imagine Rocco marries Olive and then Ellmo becomes his son imagine how cute it would be
“Goodbye, Ellmo.” “Goodbye, Tessa,” he calls. He throws a pebble at Rocco. “I’m going to break all the toys before you get there,” Rocco says. “I’m going to break your face when I get there,” the boy calls back.
Roccos relationship with Ellmo is priceless
Dude i know my little prediction is far fetched but imagine how cute they would be
I seize the lapels of his jacket, and I press my mouth to his. If he’s surprised, it doesn’t show. I’m the one who’s surprised, because I was ready for there to be an edge to his response, a belligerence, but instead there’s a . . . a gentleness. A contentment, like this moment was a foregone conclusion.
“Why don’t you be a good nurse and stay awhile?” Olive giggles and we exchange a glance. “Well now,” she says. “I suppose he’s not your husband.” “I’m not anyone’s husband,” he slurs, sounding aggrieved. He doesn’t let go of her hand. “But you’re very pretty. Maybe one day I could be your—”
Tessa is going with me first, because I wouldn’t have it any other way. Our treble hooks whistle up through the night and latch against the hull with a clink, and we wait to see if anyone hears. The sounds of the battle and the slap of the water against the hull must be too loud, because no one comes to investigate. I wait anyway. I’ve been double-crossed too many times now. But then we’re climbing. “If only we had masks, it would be like old times,” she says, a little breathless from the effort. I look at the faint tracing of her profile in the moonlight. “I like it better this way.”
He catches my hand and turns me back around. Without hesitation, he drops to one knee. There’s a ring in his hand, and a determined look in his eye. “Tessa Cade,” he says, “I’m ready now.”
Even tho Harristan and Quint are gone im still so happy although i did cry. UNLESS . . . They ARE still ALIVE. You know what I'm calling it right now their alive and I'm right, although I have been known to be delulu

